Dear Diary,
I'm really tired today. My head feels like a marching band is rehearsing in it, and I've got a quiz tomorrow that I'm definitely not ready for. Is the migraine from the quiz or my ear inflammation that's been playing hide-and-seek for years? Who knows? At this point, I'm just waiting for my body to pick a struggle.
I had a flashback to my mom saying, "When you're hungry, you'll eat anything." I used to think that was a little dramatic, but living alone in the dorms has really humbled me.
So, today I decided to reheat yesterday's pasta with chicken. Sounds fancy, right? Well, I added salt like a culinary genius, forgetting that the chicken was marinated in a whole packet of seasoning. My aunt had warned me to either double the yogurt or use half the marinade. Spoiler alert: I did neither.
The result? A delightful salt explosion. I practically finished the bowl, proving once again that desperation is a great chef.
But hey, at least I'm full thank god. Probably too full, like a glutton in a salt factory. Now if only this migraine would pack its bags and leave. But then again, misery loves company, and it seems l've got a permanent roommate.